Nonesensically Yours
The direction I'm going is not what I had imagined. It seems crazy, but that's how I like it. We won't be friends forever, I've come to realize. You're too easily swayed by the piercings. It's not that I do not like the piercings, but they have you suspended by the throat. It's a sad, sad story, my brother. I'm getting out as soon as I can... and I can't take you with me, this time.
I'm going to a better place.
A place where a white bird sings the Decemberists. She'll teach me how to fly and how to sing and how to live. I, for one, cannot wait for these days. We will take naps between flights and forget about this rock and how scarred we have become from it's edges. This utopia... will... maybe complete me? I hope so. I think so.
*EDIT*
I thought wrong.
I'm going to a better place.
A place where a white bird sings the Decemberists. She'll teach me how to fly and how to sing and how to live. I, for one, cannot wait for these days. We will take naps between flights and forget about this rock and how scarred we have become from it's edges. This utopia... will... maybe complete me? I hope so. I think so.
*EDIT*
I thought wrong.